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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Myrna and Gloria didn't really discuss what had taken place earlier in the week when Dylan had spent the afternoon at the apartment. Typically, the black girl wasn't comfortable with bringing it up and her mother seemed to take shaving her daughter's pussy and then sucking her boyfriend's cock as anything particularly unusual.
It was well after dinner and Myrna was relaxing in her bedroom reading a book when her mother appeared in the doorway. She looked up to see what she wanted.
"I been thinkin' it's 'bout time to get you on the pill," announced Gloria, matter of factly. "Dylan's gonna be wantin' some pussy 'fore too long an' I don't want you gettin' knocked up."
Myrna was taken aback by Gloria's straightforward approach to what she thought would be a delicate subject.
"We haven't even talked 'bout doin' that," said Myrna. "Dylan's pretty happy jus' doin' what we been doin'. He's got both of us doin' whatever he wants."
"It ain't always somethin' what gets talked about first," laughed Gloria. "Usually, it's somethin' that jus' comes up all of a sudden. What you gonna do then?"
"I... dunno," Myrna replied, embarrassed.
"Well, you ain't gonna tell no white man "no", girl," said Gloria. "Now, if he wanted, I'd spread my legs for him in a second. But, I got a hunch he's gonna want you, so you gotta be ready. An' that means gettin' on the pill. When I's your age, my mama got me on it an' now it's your time."
"You were on it when you was fifteen?" asked Myrna.
"You almost sixteen, Myrna," Gloria answered. "I was 'bout a month shy of sixteen then. Mama took me down to the clinic an' got me a perscription so I'd be ready for when ol' Mister Gantner took my cherry when I turned sixteen. I didn't fuss 'bout it none, neither. I jus' done like I was tol'. To tell you the truth, I was kinda lookin' forward to it. What I ain't 'spect, was he was gonna be doin' it right on my birthday."
* * *
I first thought somethin' was up when Donna ain't come home on the school bus with me. She said somethin' 'bout goin' to a friend's house. I got the idea that maybe there was gonna be some kind of su'prise for me that she was gettin' ready for me for my birthday. When I got off the bus and walked home, I saw ol' Mister Gantner's fancy car parked out front. Right away I figured there was gonna be a diff'rent kind of su'prise waitin' for me inside.
When I opened the door an' went in, ol' Mister Gantner was sittin' in Daddy's chair. Mama was standin' next to him, handin' him a can of the kind of beer he liked. She was already naked.
"Come on in an' get them clothes off, chil'," said Mama.
Right away I got more nervous 'n usual. Mama had been tellin' me how ol' Mister Gantner was gonna take my cherry when I's sixteen for a few years now. He'd been tellin' me, too. I even had to tell him how I was savin' my cherry for him when Mama sucked his dick while I was showin' my stuff off. So, I knowed what was gonna happen 'cause I knowed what he was there for.
I put my book bag down an' went aroun' to stan' where ol' Mister Gantner could see me good. I started unbuttonin' my blouse, keepin' my head down an' not lookin' at that ol' white man lookin' at me. I knowed he liked lookin' at my titties so I took my bra off 'fore the skirt. I made sure to make 'em bounce aroun' some while I was takin' off my skirt an' panties. I knowed he liked seein' that, too.
Once I got naked, I stood there in front of ol' Mister Gantner an' got in the display position he liked. I put my hands 'hind my head an' kep' my elbows back so my titties hung there the way he wanted. I moved my feet apart wide so he could see my bare coochie properly. I opened my mouth up an' put my tongue out for him, too. I always felt dumb doin' that, but he loved seein' a nigga offerin' up everythin' for him that way so I liked doin' it for him.
"Ain't she pretty, boss?" Mama asked him, smilin' at me.
Seein' Mama all happy 'bout how I was displayin' myself for ol' Mister Gantner made me feel proud even if I's pretty embarrassed, too. I even felt my coochie tinglin' 'cause o' how he's lookin' at me like the sexiest thing he ever saw.
"She sure is, Ernestine," he agreed. "Your girl is a mighty fine lookin' nigger. That's for sure."
I couldn't help blushin' at hearin' him say nice things 'bout me.
"Thank you, sir," I said kinda bashful.
"You know what's gonna happen now, don't you, girl?" ol' Mister Gantner asked me.
"Yes, sir, boss," I tol' him. "You is gonna take my cherry an' make me a woman."
"That's right, nigger," he said. "That's jus' what I'm gonna do."
Ol' Mister Gantner got up an' stepped in front of me. He squeezed on my titties, gentle at first an' then he got rougher with 'em. I couldn't help but make a noise when he started hurtin' 'em a little.
"That hurt, girl?" he asked me.
"Not too bad, boss," I said. "I ain't mind."
"Good girl," he smiled at me. "You know how takin' my pecker in your cunny's gonna hurt, too, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," I tol' him. "I ain't gonna mind that neither, boss."
That ol' white man put his hand 'tween my legs an' felt on my coochie.
"No, I can tell you're not gonna mind," he grinned. "Hell, niggers like you want it to hurt, don't you? Makes you know you're gettin' used good. Isn't that right, girl?"
"Tha's right, boss," I said. "I like bein' used by you, sir."
"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled. "Now, turn around an' present your holes like a good nigger."
"Yes, sir, boss," I tol' him.
I turned 'round an' like he said an' bent over. Even after doin' this for so long, it was still kinda embarrassin' to have to move my feet apart so he could see my coochie an' asshole the way he liked 'cause it made me feel like I's jus' somethin' for him to fuck even though he ain't done it yet. Course, that's why doin' it got me so fired up, too.
"Show me where my pecker's gonna go, girl," he said.
He asked me stuff like that before, but this time it felt diff'rent 'cause this time his pecker was gonna be goin' there today. I reached back an' spread my coochie open. It was humiliatin' to stand there bent so he could look right up my hole, but it jus' made me want him to do it to me even more.
"Right there, sir," I tol' him. "Right there in my cunny hole, boss. Tha's where your pecker's gonna go."
"That's right, nigger," he said. "An' whose cunny hole is that?"
"Yours, boss," I answered right away. "It's your cunny hole. All yours."
He su'prised me by touchin' my coochie. He even played with my clitty a little. I couldn't help makin' a noise.
"You like that, don't you you little black slut," he asked me.
"Yes, sir, boss," I tol' him. "I like it a lot. It feels good when you touch me there."
"Is that why you're drippin' cream out?" he laughed a little.
"Tha's right, boss," I said, blushin'. "I can't help it."
"You ready to get my pecker up in you, nigger?" he asked me.
"Yes, sir," I said. "I's ready."
"Well, then, let's get to it," he said. "We gonna do it in your mama's bed so get on in there."
I straightened up an' went into Mama's room. I could feel how wet I was 'tween the legs with every step. Ol' Mister Gantner an' Mama was right behind me. He sat on the bed, but she jus' stood there.
"Help the nice man off wit' his shoes, baby," Mama tol' me.
I squatted down at ol' Mister Gantner's feet an' untied his shoes an' took 'em off. He stood up then, so I figured he was gonna leave his socks on.
"Get the gen'leman's trousers off now," said Mama.
I looked up at him an' asked, "Can I take yo' trousers off now, boss?"
"Get to it, nigger," he said.
I stood up an' slipped the suspenders off his shoulders. I could see his face was gettin' a little red an' he was breathin' kinda heavy. My coochie was jumpin' knowin' he was excited 'bout havin' me undressin' him. I squatted down an' undid his pants an' pushed 'em down to his ankles.
I could see his dick was standin' straight out an' pokin' against his boxers. When I pulled 'em down, I could see it was almost purple with a little shiny clear stuff on the tip. Made me wanna suck it, but I knowed that wasn't what was gonna be happenin' today.
He stepped out of his pants an' took his own shirt off. Then he lay on his back in Mama's bed. Seemed kinda funny to be layin' there with his undershirt an' socks still on. But, it did seem proper for a white man to still be kinda dressed with Mama an' me both naked. It kinda reminded me how we was jus' niggas an' he's our better. Made my coochie tingle some more thinkin' 'bout it.
"Get on up here, girl," the white man said, pattin' on his thigh. "You can sit right here."
I climbed up on the bed an' sat across ol' Mister Gantner's lap. I could feel his hard dick against my crotch. This was the moment I'd been thinkin' 'bout for so long. I used to play with myself wonderin' 'bout how he was gonna do it to me. I always kinda thought I'd be on my back with my legs spread for him an' he'd just stick it in an' do it. I made myself cum plenty o' times thinkin' 'bout him doin' it that way.
"Take hold o' the nice man's pecker, girl," Mama tol' me. "Put it right up to yo' cunny hole."
I kinda forgot how Mama was right there, too. I got kinda embarrassed knowin' she was watchin' even though she saw me suck ol' Mister Gantner's dick plenty of times. Somehow havin' her see him fuck me was diff'rent, 'specially havin' her tellin' me what to do. But, I knowed how he liked her tellin' me what to do, so I ain't mind. I wanted to do it jus' how he liked.
I reached down an' grabbed his dick an' put the tip 'tween my lips right up to my hole. My coochie was soaked, I's so worked up.
"Ask permission to put it in, baby," said Mama.
Askin' permission to stick his dick in my coochie was kinda humiliatin', 'specially havin' to use the words he liked. But, I knowed that's how the white man wanted it, so that's how it had to be.
"Can I please put yo' pecker in my cunny hole, sir?" I asked all sweet an' polite. "Please, boss?"
"Go 'head an' sit on down on it, nigger," he said. "Do it nice an' slow."
"Yes, sir, boss," I said.
"It's gonna hurt a little, baby," Mama tol' me. "You jus' take it an' keep goin'. Un'erstan'?"
"Yes, Mama," I answered. "I'll take it."
I started lowerin' myself down an' felt Ol' Mister Gantner's dick goin' inside me. It ain't go too far when I felt the pain. I took it jus' like Mama said an' jus' kep' goin'. I knowed I weren't no virgin no more. That white man's dick was stretchin' me out an' fillin' me up. It hurt, but it felt good seein' how much he was likin' usin' me that way.
"You got my cherry now, boss," I tol' him once he's all the way inside me. "Is I a woman now?"
"That's right, nigger," he tol' me. "You're a woman now."
"Start goin' an' down on the nice man's pecker, girl," said Mama. "Keep it up 'til he say for you to stop."
She ain't need to tell me that! I's already started goin' back up when she tol' me what to do. I went up an' back down an' up an' back down over an' over. It ain't hurt so bad then an' was really startin' to feel good. I started grinnin' an' couldn't stop.
"Is my baby girl doin' it right, boss?" Mama asked him. "Do her cunny hole feel good fo' you?"
"Oh, yeah," ol' Mister Gantner tol' her. "She's a hot little bitch nigger with a nice tight fuckin' hole. Reminds me o' you when you was her age."
"Thank you, sir," Mama said, all happy. "You is too kind."
Mama smiled an' blushed hearin' that. It made me feel good knowin' he liked me an' what I's doin' as much as her doin' it. I started goin' faster 'cause I figured he'd like it more. I knowed it felt better for me!
The bed was creakin' from me bouncin' on ol' Mister Gantner's dick. I was doin' all the work while he jus' lay there enjoyin' hisself which was jus' how it oughta be. I was really workin' up a sweat, too.
"You like havin' that white dick in you, don't you, nigger?" he asked me, kinda out of breath.
"Yes, sir, boss," I tol' him. "I sho' do."
"Whose cunny is that, girl?" he asked, his face gettin' redder.
"It's yours, sir," I said. "It's your cunny. You can do it to me anytime you want. I's your nigga, boss. All yours. "
"Good girl," he said. "Get ready for it..."
I started bouncin' even faster an' it only took a couple more strokes 'fore I heard him grunt an' then he grabbed me by the hips an' shot off inside me. I slowed down a little while he was cummin' in me an' I stopped when I knowed he was done. I kep' sittin' there even when I felt his dick gettin' soft 'cause I knowed to wait 'til he said somethin'.
"All right, girl," he said finally, "go 'head an' get up."
I slid off him an' stood up on the floor next to the bed. I's all sweaty an' my coochie was sore. I could feel his spunk runnin' down the inside of my leg. Ol' Mister Gantner sat up.
"What do you say, baby?" Mama spoke up, promptin' me.
"Uh..., thank you, sir," I said, kinda bashful. "Thank you for doin' it to me an' makin' me a woman. I's honored it was you what got my cherry."
Ol' Mister Gantner smiled at me an' said, "Well, ain't you sweet to say so, girl. It was my pleasure. I been lookin' forward to this day since before you were born."
I didn't quite get how that was possible, but I jus' smiled back at him. Mama handed me a warm wet washcloth an' kinda nodded towards the white man. It took me a few seconds to un'erstan' what she wanted.
"Can I clean yo' pecker off, boss?" I asked him all sweet. "Please, sir?"
"You go right ahead," he answered me, standin' up.
I knelt down in front of him an' wiped the spunk an' pussy juice off his dick. There was even a little blood from my busted cherry.
"Next time you can use your mouth for that, nigger," he said when I was done.
"Yes, sir, boss," I said.
"Lemme have my shirt an' trousers there, Ernestine," he tol' Mama.
She picked 'em up an' handed him the shirt. After he put it on, she gave him the pants. I watched while he pulled 'em up.
"Clean your girl up," said ol' Mister Gantner. "I got a few minutes more so I can watch."
"Right away, boss," Mama tol' him. Then to me, "Get up on the bed, chil'. The nice white man wants to see me clean yo' mess up."
It was always embarrassin' for me to have Mama touchin' on me 'tween my legs. But, that's what ol' Mister Gantner wanted so I climbed up on the bed an' lay on my back. Mama sat on the edge of the bed an' started rubbin' the washcloth on my mound.
"C'mon, girl, spread them legs wide so I can do this good fo' the gen'leman," Mama said. "Open up nice an' wide fo' him."
I was blushin' hard while I was openin' my legs up. Ol' Mister Gantner an' Mama could see everythin' I had an' I knowed my coochie was all puffy an' my clit was popped out from him fuckin' me. I ain't cum, but I's pretty close 'fore he got done. It felt good, but I always felt kinda nasty 'bout likin' my own mama touchin' my coochie. I couldn't help movin' my hips while she rubbed it.
"She humpin' fo' you, boss," Mama tol' him. "You want me to keep goin'?"
"Yeah," he allowed. "She's been a real good nigger today an' seein' as how it's her birthday, I'd say she deserves a treat."
Well, it felt good, so I guess it was a treat. Still it was embarrassin' as hell to have my mama gettin' me off while that white man watched. Thing was, I couldn't help myself anyhow. I knowed it ain't gonna take long.
"Okay, boss," said Mama.
She put the washcloth down an' started rubbin' on my coochie with her bare hand. Damn, it felt so good! Mama knowed jus' how to do it, too. I started whimperin' an' fussin' even though I's tryin' not to. Ol' Mister Gantner was grinnin' at me bein' all slutty an' squirmin' on the bed with Mama playin' with my clit.
"Oh, she's close, boss!" Mama was grinnin', too. "She 'bout to bust!"
I's so embarrassed but real fired up, too. I felt it comin' an' I couldn't hol' back. I heard myself cryin' out while I felt my coochie jumpin'. Mama jus' kep' doin' what she was doin'.
"Tha's right, baby," Mama said all soft. "Let mama make you feel good. Jus' let it out. Tha's the way, girl..."
I came real hard an' got real loud. It seemed like it jus' kep' goin' on an' on. Ol' Mister Gantner was still grinnin' while he was watchin' me cum. Mama slowed down the rubbin' 'til it was over.
It took a couple minutes for me to calm down an' then I got all flustered 'cause of what they saw. I mean, it was humiliatin' to be so out o' control that way. I felt like was nothin' but some kind o' nasty ass slut havin' her mama get her off. Damn, it felt good, though.
"Thank the man fo' lettin' you cum, chil'," Mama tol' me. "He ain't hafta to do that."
My coochie was still twitchin' an' I was out of breath, so it weren't easy to say nothin'.
"Thank you, sir...," I said, breathin' hard. "Thank you fo' lettin' me cum."
"That's fine, nigger," he said to me. "Like I was tellin' your mama, you deserved a little treat. Lemme sit down so you can put my shoes on."
"Yes, sir!" I smiled at him an' got up.
I climbed down off the bed an' got on the floor to get his shoes. He sat on the bed an' looked at me.
I slipped ol' Mister Gantner's shoes on an' tied 'em. Kneelin' on the floor naked an' puttin' that white man's shoes on for him while his spunk was still leakin' out of my sore pussy was humblin'. But, seein' him smilin' down at me, I was proud that I could serve my better an' give him anythin' he wanted, jus' like Mama.
When I's finished tyin' his shoes, ol' Mister Gantner stood up. I ain't need to be tol' to pay my respects to the white man what jus' busted my cherry. I got on my hands an' knees an' lowered my head down to his feet an' started lickin' his shoes. I wanted to show him how I's a good nigga what knowed her place.
"Good girl," said ol' Mister Gantner, smilin' at me down on the floor. "Good nigger."
"Thank you, sir," I said, lookin' up at him from all fours.
"Well, I best be goin'," he tol' Mama. "Your girl did you proud, Ernestine. You've done a fine job raisin' her an' trainin' her to be a good nigger for me an' my family. She's gonna be a fine woman, too."
"Thank you, boss," Mama blushed. "You's too kind to say so."
"Oh, one more thing...," said ol' Mister Gantner, takin' his wallet out of his pocket. He took out a bill an' handed it down to me. "Happy birthday, Gloria. Get yourself somethin' nice."
"Thank you, sir!" I said, all happy to be gettin' somethin' from him.
"You'll spoil that girl, boss!" laughed Mama.
"Well, today she deserves to get spoiled a little," he smiled.
Ol' Mister Gantner walked out of the room with Mama right behind him. I stayed behind lookin' at the bill he gave me. Twenty dollars! I never had so much money in one piece before. I heard the front door close an' Mama came back.
"That was mighty nice o' ol' Mister Gantner to give you that," she said.
"Uh huh," I agreed. "Uh... he weren't payin' for... you know... doin' it to me, was he?"
"Hell, no!" said Mama. "We's niggas, girl. Not whores. He ain't gotta pay us fo' it. We're already his to use like he pleases fo' free. That was jus' somethin' fo' yo' birthday 'cause he's a good man an' he likes doin' nice things fo' us."
"That's what I figured," I said, kinda ashamed for even thinkin' otherwise.
"Good," Mama said. "Now, go get yo'se'f washed up good."
I went an' took a shower an' put on clean clothes.
It turned out there still was another su'prise for me. My friends from school came over for dinner an' afterwards we had cake an' ice cream jus' like a regular birthday party. Thing was, the whole time I couldn't help thinkin' how they was still jus' kids an' I's a growed woman now. My coochie was still sore an' remindin' me of that fact.
* * *
"So, that's how my sixteenth birthday went," Gloria concluded her story.
"I guess it didn't hurt too bad if you could still cum after," Myrna said.
"Jus' a little when he busted it," replied Gloria. "An' it got sore from gettin' used fo' the first time. After that, it ain't hurt too much 'less he got rough or did it to me a couple times in a day."
"How'd he get rough with you?" asked Myrna.
"Jus' gave me a good hard fuckin', that's all," Gloria answered. "A white man ain't gotta be gentle with no nigga, girl. Ain't no reason for him to hold back if he wants to jus' pound you good. You ain't gonna mind, believe me. Havin' him want you so bad he can't help but slam it into you hard an' fast is a compliment to what a good nigga you is. 'sides, he got the right to use you how he wants, so you might as well like it. After a hard fuckin' like that, it hurts so good... You gonna wanna feel like that all the time."
"Did he... do it... a lot?"
"Hell, yes! That white man couldn't get enough of my young nigga coochie. He come by every other day to get a piece. I think Mama was gettin' a little pissed how he was always doin' me 'stead o' her! But, she knowed her place an' never let on. It ain't up to her or to me who ol' Mister Gantner fucked. All we did was spread 'em when he wanted an' let him do like he pleased. That's a nigga's place, Myrna. But, you already know that."
"Uh huh," agreed Myrna.
"An' now, you'll be sixteen in less 'n a month," Gloria went on. "It's time to get you ready for Dylan to take your cherry without knockin' you up."
"What if he ain't ready to... do it?" Myrna asked.
"Girl, that man's ready now!" laughed Gloria. "I don't think he feels like it'd be right of him to jus' tell you to spread 'em an' take it. He's a good man an' he respects you. But, it ain't gonna be long 'fore his little head takes charge an' wants some pussy no matter what. So, you is gonna be on the pill an' ready for him."
"Okay," said Myrna. "I'll do it."
"What's the matter, girl?" Gloria wanted to know. "Ain't you want him to fuck you? Ain't you want him to bust your cherry? Ain't you wanna be his first?"
"Of course I do, Mom!"
"Well, then. I'll make the appointment an' we'll go take care of it."
Myrna's mind was already racing ahead and imagining what it would be like to have Dylan inside her and making her a woman. It made her feel a little anxious, but at the same time, her pussy was buzzing at the idea. She wondered how long it would be before it happened.
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